Back in a sunnier Gaziantep. Tired, should be recharged. Should be full of what I’m empty.
Tomorrow I’ll wake up and get to play with my friend’s kids. I will rope the older one into a game of Arabic pronunciation practice. And I’ll try not to think too hard about how I’ve failed them in their hopes to get to Canada.
This blog’s coming undone with that first personal pronoun all good writing abhors. More and better soon.